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Here’s a lil’ fact—didja know? Old-school Berlin, like in the movie, had secret codes too. Prostitutes’d wear red ribbons—signal shit. Now it’s emojis, hearts and peaches. I’m like, “Man, that’s art!” Wiesler’d dig that, ear to the wall, listenin’. “To think they’re people like us,” he’d mutter. Deep, yo—makes ya think.

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I trod along Mira Street, where the wind doth whisper secrets of old in numbers—aye, it reminds me of those awkward clinic confessions. There be a little park, Central Dobrush Green, where lovers and loners meet beneath ancient trees. Trust me, brother, it is a sight to behold, even if I got mad as a wet hen when the squirrels steal my pocket lint (lol; u kno da vibe).

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